Volume 1, Chapter 65: Tuantuan infuriates Beibei into hanging up in just a few words

In this way, all the heroes in the CG had appeared, with the sole exception of Nocturne, the Eternal Nightmare.

Originally, when superiors gave an order, the subordinates simply had to carry it out, but in that case, the subjects would not be following willingly. However, seeing Xiyan's actions now, Chonglou felt that if anything were to happen to Xiyan, everyone would come forward to help of their own accord, rather than merely out of obedience to a command.

After an unknown passage of time, having fired blindly while operating the anti-material sniper rifle, Jill finally destroyed the last enemy combat vehicle, and the electronic prompt finally sounded in her ear.

Qiao Chen'an was stunned and shook his head slightly, a solemn look surfacing on his face. His gaze shifted once again to Yuanjue at the center of the execution ground, only to see the flowing lights around the latter multiplying until they eventually merged into a vast ocean of light.

The clever Skarut grabbed Emperor Bernard in its jaws and took the lead, roaring as it flew straight into the gray mist.

The Holy Dynasty was stubborn; among its population of over six hundred million, the Eastern race accounted for less than twenty percent, while the rest were all Black people. The Eastern race stood high above, treating Black people as lowly outcasts. Although the status of Black people had been improved somewhat of late, the absolute rule of the Eastern race remained unshakable.

As he spoke, Bai Ze raised his head and activated his perception, blanketing the entire ruins of the Queen Mother of the West, carefully examining the surrounding space for any traces of it having been opened by anyone.

Noticing the clear exhaustion on Xiyan's face, Chonglou wanted to urge her to take a bath and rest immediately; he certainly did not wish to see her worn out.

"When the Divine Armor is compressed here, the Holy See will launch a doomsday-class missile." Ye Xiao specifically marked the targeted area, meaning that that moment would be the exact time for them to evacuate.

After finishing, Qiao Chen'an smiled gently and said, "Sister Qing'er!" He allowed the most genuine emotions in his heart to brew and express themselves.

Aside from bars, which could serve to build an intelligence network, there were also nightclubs, KTVs, restaurant complexes, and the like, all of which were quite good choices.

The evening dew was growing heavier by the moment. Rujiu was wearing court shoes—the high-heeled, narrow-soled kind she rarely wore. Losing her footing, she stumbled and lurched forward.

The old man's surname was Jiang, and he was the director of the logistics department at the station. It was a position with little real power, yet exceptionally lucrative. He must have accepted plenty of favors from Kong Lingjie on usual days, or else he wouldn't have been defending his master with such desperate loyalty.

Yet, constrained by the stubborn presence of Adiba, she found it difficult to make any bold moves and could only sit there waiting idly.

"Is old Huo dead or alive?" I asked him with mixed emotions. He had just prepared to show us goodwill when such a sudden turn of events occurred; I truly wondered whether it was a deliberate act by someone or merely a coincidence.

Meanwhile, everyone, including Jiang Haocheng, stared in astonishment at the scene unfolding before them. None of them had expected such an ending.

"A-Si, you and Luzon entered the Twelve Mysterious Guards together, did you not?" Mo Buzhi's expression remained calm, devoid of even a shred of anger.

"The pyramid is over a hundred meters tall, an almost unimaginable architectural feat several centuries ago. In their eyes, such a towering height must truly have been the path leading to the heavenly kingdom..." Rujiu nodded in agreement.

Huang Donglai nodded; if upholding justice were to be punished, then no one would ever do good deeds again.

Lin Shui and Yan Huitian cast a glance at the blazing earth, their expressions shifting simultaneously as they felt the terrifying undulations of heaven and earth energy surging from the array beneath their feet.

This was a truly correct approach to "Baby Come Home"—when parents lost a child, they would post photos on the internet, and anyone who spotted the child would lend a hand.

Could it be that they were letting the King of Chu live generation after generation on Qin territory as a humiliated survivor, losing all rights to offer sacrifices to the ancestors of Chu?

Their final meeting had taken place within the ruins of the Ancestor Yinlong, where both sides had exhausted their magical powers and fought to the death. Afterward, Jinghua placed Chenhua under house restriction, while Xuanhua continuously concealed his identity, ensuring they never formally crossed paths again.

Yet he had no alternative. He had witnessed it with his own eyes that very day: given his eldest brother's cultivation level, had he forced himself to undertake it, the consequences would likely have been far more severe than his own.

The sycophants by his side all wore malicious grins. Their arrival was like a plague of locusts, clearing away every single person from the entrance of the coffee shop.

Chu Fan gave her a brief embrace and then hurried outside. By the time Song Yu, Tang Lian, and the others chased after him, Chu Fan had already reversed his car out of the courtyard and sped away.

Though she still ran a slight fever, for the time being, it should not pose any major problem. Once she retrieved her backpack and took some medicine, she would be completely fine.

The cracked ground remained cracked, and the riverbed still held only a few pools of sludge; everything was identical to when they had first arrived.

"Alright, I did indeed want to find you. Why did you pull those malicious pranks? You scared the wits out of me," Rong Canbieke admitted with a nod.

"What do you think should be done?" Ji Shengyuan asked expressionlessly, his demeanor appearing remarkably calm.

Chen Tian now possessed a system, and he did not even need to complete quests. With one chance every day, as long as he wasn't perpetually unlucky, he would eventually become overpowered—why should he slave away for them?

The opponent's tactic of blocking the door with a coffin not only cut off our path of retreat but also suppressed the vital human aura of the room. If I refused to pay, the haunting inside the room would likely become ten times worse than before.

This mother and child finished eating and refused to leave, continuing to sit beneath the eaves of her house. At first, she thought they were merely resting their feet.

Looking at Ji Junjiao instead, aside from the collar of her upper garment being slightly creased by her own grip, there was not the slightest trace of disheveled embarrassment about her.

Though Chen Xiuyu's half-verse fell slightly short in artistic conception compared to Su Yike's earlier poem, managing to compose a half-verse in such a short time and perfectly echoing the final half-verse of Su Yike's poem was no mean feat, drawing another round of applause from the crowd.

Lu Ze drew his horizontal saber and gripped it in his hand. Even though the oppressive pressure here remained intense, to Lu Ze, it was as if it did not exist at all.

"Tomorrow is September first, the day school starts for you. Hurry back and rest!" Sister Hong prepared two vegetable pancakes and handed them to her, and also fished out a few soup bones for Wudi.

He had more than guessed the true intent of Transparent Heart: her forging of the fake diary was not to frame Bai Ruoxi, but rather to draw a snake out of its hole and flush out her real diary.

Her mother and grandmother had both said that the pair of silver bracelets worn by Fifth Great-aunt in the past was worth at least seventeen or eighteen taels.